Thursday, June 17, 2021

Gallows

 I walk through the field

Up on the hill

Gallows standing 

With a body swing still


The wind blows a lonesome cry

Sends a chill up my spine

Blood spilled

Life taken

Justice paid


I kneel

I pray

For the soul lost that day


I walk through the fields 

Up on the hill

Gallows standing 

Body swinging still


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